In the stories Chen Jing had read before his transmigration, nine out of ten people who said such things were dead!
Wan Tong nodded twice and jumped off the small stool: "I know. By the way, there are gifts on the table from Uncle Zhang—the Uncle Zhang from the city gate guard team—and two braised duck legs from Aunt Su Yuan. Take them to eat on the way. Eating more meat will make you stronger. Don't drink the wine that Uncle Zhang gave you; it might cause you trouble."
Chen Jing nodded silently: "I'm leaving now, I have other things to do. If I have time, I'll come find you before you board the ship and leave."
If I don't have time, I don't know when we'll meet again.
Wan Tong hummed in agreement, looked at Chen Jing with reluctance, opened her mouth, but said nothing.
Only after Chen Jing left did she say, "Be careful."
Chen Jing didn't turn around, but raised his hand and waved.
Chen Jing walked until he was far away from the courtyard before turning back for a look, but he saw nothing but the hazy mist that forever shrouded Ash City.
...
When Chen Jing stepped onto the ship and onto the first floor where the ordinary members were gathered, he clearly heard someone sneer.
"You arrived just in time. Is this Chen Jing, the monster lure? He's really impressive, no wonder he came from a hunting party."
Chen Jing silently observed the speaker. The young man's face was covered with totem-like tattoos, and he sat with one foot on a bench, looking very imposing and domineering.
Who is this person...?
Chen Jing thought for a moment and couldn't remember who he was, which was normal. The Black Hand Gang had dozens of people with supernatural abilities and cultivators. Chen Jing couldn't even recognize all the core members, let alone this guy who only showed up at the very beginning.
Chen Jing is more famous, after all, he escaped from the Qi Realm slave souls by himself, and even took the initiative to lure the monsters into the ambush. Not everyone here knows him, but at least they have heard of him.
Chen Jing ignored him, glanced around, and looked for familiar faces.
The core members weren't here; they were having a meeting elsewhere. The ordinary members were waiting here. Chen Jing saw Dao Nan, Zhang Taoying, Li Aidan, and Moli. He Lili didn't seem to be here.
Dao Nan and Li Ai waved to Chen Jing, and Chen Jing walked towards them.
The people here seemed to have naturally divided into three small groups, separated by more than a table. This made Chen Jing sigh, no matter where you are, there is a tradition of forming cliques. Even a small gang like the Black Hand has to divide into factions.
Seeing that Chen Jing ignored his provocation, the young man with totem-like tattoos on his face looked contemptuous and clearly uttered a single word: "coward."
Then, the young man saw Chen Jing raise his right hand with lightning speed, a revolver aimed at him, and at the same time, he saw Chen Jing pull the trigger.
This terrified him so much that he instinctively crawled under the table, his mind racing: "Is Chen Jing crazy?! He dares to shoot his own people on a big ship?"
By the time he crawled under the table, the chair had tilted to one side, but he didn't hear a gunshot.
Chen Jing dispelled the minor illusion and continued walking towards the group of people Dao Nan was with.
Among Dao Nan's group, the round-faced fat man in the center laughed and said, "Is this what a hero is? Good reaction. He's obviously a strongman who has been training in the Blood Realm for many years. No wonder he's 'Blood Eagle' Luo Ting."
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